Previously on Confessions of a Queenaholic, the weekend started for Da Kween and Da Preenshe, giving them enough free time to try and pursue the things they want... Which for both is love, both for both of a different kind. Oh, and Da Kween grew old. Yikes. How will they try and conquer hearts?
Morning
"Morneeng."
Fecking wall.
I suggest you try and pick up that phone right now, before the quit trying to call you.
"Aim shoo hungray."
Or just moan on your empty stomach. Clever.
"Nah, tew hungrey, Aiwell trai tew iet fursht."
Alas. They hung up already.
Though... isn't that a little too much for you to eat?
"Whell, yesh eet kaynda ish."
Such a waste of money.
"Buwt eet ish gewd for da cammewnitee shpeerit thow."
Hmmm... if there's anyone else there that is.
"*huff* *huff* *huff*"
... I do hope that you're not going to barf now, are you?
"Nawh, jusht cawlmeeng dawn."
The usual stuff.
"Uhhuh.."
...
...
Some of these pictures are too eccessive. :/
Meanwhile, remember the daughter of the late Queen Vanderburg? Also apparantly's dating someone already. NRaas gave me a message overnight that Jules started officially dating someone else, too...
Why do all good romantic candidates disappear like snowflakes for the hot sun?
I mean, Da Kween was unlucky, Da Preenshe is now unlucky... Egh...
"Aim shupper newt sho Ai hef tew meek da bed fursht."
Your older age surely didn't stop you from being clean.
"Pfffft, Aim jusht tweentie wan deysh yung."
Oh right. Short life span.
"Bud Aim shteel shupper hungrewr."
Go downstairs, your son spent 250 on food you'll never be able to eat up.
"Hiyah, how're you doing?"
Just calling the friends.
"Ai shuwpur shmellie, Ai shewld teek a showuur fursht."
Not a bad idea.
"Shup, Aim Da Preenshe."
"Sup. I'm the Prince."
"Cewl."
"Cool."
"Yush, Aimma cawleeng an geweeng tew reetayurr."
"Sure. About time."
"Yaayshiesh!"
"WOOHOOSHIESH, AIMMA REETAAYURRD!"
*throws confetti*
.....
..... next?
Oh look, the Prince wants to congratulate you.
"Yay, thankshiesh!"
"Is that a unicorn horn above your mouth?"
"Nawp."
"Anyway, congrats on your retirement."
"Thankshiesh, Aim hungary."
"I'm Sebastian Vanderburg."
Despite the awkward introduction hearts are still flying. We might have our next victim...
Meanwhile Da Preenshe is calling up Hailey Vanderburg (Sebastian little sister who we just saw)...
"Hiya Heeley, eetsh Da Preenshe, Ai huv nevewr tawlked tew yoe befawr end wie wheel nevur be een da sheem clawsh shinshe Ai weel beecam yawng eduwlt befawr Mondee end yew jusht reatshed teewnhewd yeshturdee awfter shkewl. Wahna tawlk?"
"Lesh dew shum tawlkshiesh abawt ya jawb."
"Law enforcement."
"Aim rewtaierd!"
Such news, that was the entire reason this conversation started in the first place.
"Huv yew hierd abawt da gawsheep?"
"Nawp."
"A ye to!"
"Shaka brawww!"
"Ai riellie laik haw yoer a cawp! Kiepeeng da tawn shave an shtuffsh."
"Thanks."
"Naw, lesh hawgglesh."
"Wahnna gaw awt fewr lawnsh?"
"Sure why not?"
Such grateful attitude towards the 250 your son spent on a buffet.
"Yesh, Ai hev shpent tew hundrad end feeftie sheemoleunsh on a bewfay. Naish huh?"
"Indeed. See ya later."
"Naw Ai hef tew pie."
Meanwhile, Da Kween and Prince Sebastian take off for the bistro.
Don't let your Kween wait for you, Sebastian!
... Okay, you're creepy.
Meanwhile, Da Preenshe has popped up near the pet store.
"Hmm, diesh eesh shome eentreshting shtawr."
"Arrk aarrk!"
"Yip yip!"
"Sssssssssssss.."
"Squeak squeak!"
"Bwahaha, chypmunkz are zoo fynny!"
"Err, haylo, cen yew hewlp meh here?"
"Quack! This is pet store! You look jelly fishy."
"Thankshiesh, Ai gesh."
"Quack! You buy stuff?"
"Ai dawnt riellie hev a pet."
"Quack! Scram!"
"Sheeshiesh."
... now that he's here, you might as well show him who's boss.
"Mmkaye."
"Whuzzat?"
"Ello, Aim da Preenshe."
"Y am Benoit Abominay."
"Yewr Frensh neem eesh preetenshush!"
"Zhut yp, Y donz pranze yrounz lyke zome fayke enzytled prynze!"
Oooh, how could he! Don't let him get away with that!
"Aim nawt jusht a Preenshe, Aim Da Preenshe! Yewr madder eesh a mishcerriyutsh!"
"Az lyzt my fazher iz of royal blooz! You mozherfycker!"
"Aym pyckyng ze noze zo zhoot znot at you."
"Aww, grewsh!"
Show him that being so gross has to be punished accordingly!
"Shee whawt Ai dew wid ya newsh? Shlap eet hawrd en ruwff!"
"You wyll py fyr zyz!"
"AIMMA GRIEN MIEN FAAYTEENG MASHEEEN!!!"
"Zake zat byck, byzch!"
"WAAAAHR!!"
... This is escalating quicklier than I thought. And it's exciting!
*zkrymyng and faayhteeng*
"Quack! Ignore fight."
"Quack! Secret peek."
"WRAAAAH, DAWN'T CREWL AWEE CAWURD!"
"EYKZ!"
*Da Preenshe pushes Benoit face-first in the chipmunk cage*
"AY! OY!"
"Squeak squeak!"
"AIM DA BAWSH!"
YOU'RE THE BOSS!
"My byckbozzem hyrtz!"
"Youw aare deeshpeecawbel! Wie awr naw eenemiesh!"
"Jyrk!"
"Aym shuwper taayurd an shmellie naw, sho Aim leeving naw own meh awn peeshe!"
Yeah, show him who's rock top monkey!
"Yip yip!"
"Squeak squeak!"
"Quack! Must train body!"
"Quack! Me wanna fight!"
And that's how the second generation of both the Uglingtons and Abominays started feuding.
Meanwhile, Da Kween has finished lunch. Let's wait on Sebastian. Did I already mention that he's still married to Benoit's mother?
"Deesh cawtetsh lewksh fayn eenawf tew gewt shum shleep."
"Aww, lewk! Eetsh a grien bien babbie!"
"... Thanks?"
"Soo, just as I said... what's that smell?"
That's the spirit of victory, young boy.
And who do we have here? Shouldn't this young man be at least grey and wrinkly by now?
"Aww, dere yew aar."
"Sorry. Had to go on a bathroom break."
"Ay gawt a shuwper naish shuwpraish fewr yew..."
"Oh really? What is it?"
"VEWDEW SHUWPRAYSHE!!"
"Bwoahahahaa?"
*Da Kween snaps her fingers*
"Obey moi."
"... Yes..."
Last time you just needed a second date to convince him to love you.
"... What just happened here?"
"Nawtheeng grien bien."
"I wanna go sports."
"Lesh huwg da dawl ash well sho yoe weel lawf moi."
"Aww..."
"Playing with the baby like nothing's going on there!"
"Aim a shuwpur prekteeshed hend hawldurr."
"Aw, really? Prove it to me, my love."
"Laik diesh."
"You're indeed super good at holding hands."
"Ai tewld yew sho."
But wait. Look there! Look who's there in the background!
"Whoshe dere thewn?"
It's his wife! Mwuhahaha!
So let's try and stick your nose in their marriage. See what happens.
"Mwwwwaaah!"
And he returns the love..
"My wife's heart will be broken, but I don't care, you're so much prettier."
"Thenkshiesh!"
"Yaayshiesh! Wier partee packshiehs!"
"Yay, parties for the win!"
"Tata."
"... What's that noise?"
"... Whash da shmell?"
... It's the recyclage of the green bean! Run!
... or just flirt away and not care. Whoop.
"Mwwwwwah!"
Some more kissing.
"Awnd a keesh fewr da awfshpreeng!"
"I love it when you swing around my hands like that."
"Lesh shweeng dem arawnd yewr beeg shawldersh."
"Awww.."
"Ai lewk shoo lawvelie laik shum byewtee trietmunt."
"Yes you doo......"
"Aww, thenkshiesh.."
"Awww..."
"Aimma lewk een yewr eysh. Mayn lewk awdorawbel ash well, raight?"
"Yes they doo.."
Green bean coming. Trashy green been coming.
".. What's that smell?"
"Nawt meh diesh taym."
"Shoo led moi mawshawshu yoe."
"Wanna be moi boifrewnd?"
"Yes, yes yes! I'm even divorcing my wife all of a sudden all to be with you! She's gonna hate us, but I don't care!"
"Moi niethur. Yaaayshiesh!"
And that's how the first generation of the Uglingtons and the Abominays started feuding.
"Oooooh, boobies. And now they're mine!"
"EEEWP! Dawnt shteer at meh bewbiesh! Aim brekkeeng awp wid yow naw!"
"Wh-what?! B- but I even divorced my wife for you."
"Shucksh tew be yew den."
"What the fuck you broke my heart how could you do this WAAAAAAAAAH!!!"
You broke the royal couple up. Be proud of yourself.
"Ai shertenlie em."
That's my Kween!
"A cawl. Hewsh dat gawne bie?"
"Pawrtee @ Gawbreeyellash pleeshe tewnaight?! YAAY, cawnt moi een!"
Woohp woohp! Maybe you'll find your next conquest there!
"Tata."
Meanwhile, let's jump to Da Preenshe to see what he's been up to.
"ZzzzzzZZzzZzzzzZZzzZzzz..."
Sleeping. Let's wake you up then.
"Abawt tayme tew teek a bawth now."
Please don't feed the troll over there.
"Aimma wash naw."
Fine. I'll be ncie and give you some privacy for once. Let's go back to Da Kween...
"Aww, heyshiesh. Heeee Gabbreyawla!"
"Oh hiya, are you coming to my party tonight?"
"Yesh, buwt yew shewld be dere ash wehll."
"Wait, you're right. Let's go to my house now."
"Wayt fawr meh!"
"What's stopping you?"
"Dawt shlawppe cawr draayveeng laik en eedeeyot."
"Letsh cawl Jewelsh if shee wanna heng awt wid moi..."
"Nope."
"Rielly? Haw abaut Heelie?"
"Nope."
"... Haw lo cen diesh gewt?"
There's still a party in town you can go to.
"A ye to!"
"Hmmshiesh, eetsh tew kwaayet heer, lesh eenvayt shum frendsh awfer."
"Woohoop! Diesh wheel bee fuwn."
Watch your words Kweenie, a familiar face is coming over to join as well.
"Is this the party at the Ornales Residence?"
"Sure, come in!"
"Wait.. IT'S YOU!!!"
"Aiyaiyai dawn shkeer me, Shebeshteeyan!"
"YOU HEART BREAKER!"
"WRAAAAAAAAAH!"
"Moi hendsh! Ai musht dew shumtheeng wid meh hendsh!"
"Shawka braww!!"
"Shaka bra!"
That worked out much better than any proper logic would make you think.
"Shawka braaaw!"
This will probably get repetitive for now so let's just skip some...
...
"Aim shoo shawree fewr brekkeeng yewr hawrt. Whanaw be fwriendsh agayn?"
"Sure, why not. Friends are cool!"
"Yaayshiesh!"
"Hi people. Remember we met at a party in this house?"
"Ay shewr dew, Dyennefiewf."
"A ye to!"
"An Aim jusht lewft with da kittie. Shoo alleen."
I strongly suggest you go inside and mingle with the party guests then.
".. Guesh yewr raght."
"Awww, hugglesh tew Dyennurfweev."
"Ayey, lesh gawsheep shum shtuffsh."
"Have you heard thingy reached a turner point in life?"
"Riellie, desh show cewl!"
"A ye to!"
"Oh hey, I remember you from earlier this morning."
"Yayshiesh!"
"Eetsh awfeeshel, Aim traayeeng to accawmpleesh moi elteedabbelwee."
"It's never too late to achieve your dreams."
"Hugglesh!"
"Shutsh a shtawr she'sh eeshn't she?"
"Nah, she did ruin my marriage kinda. I should move on from that silly crush."
"Aill meek shewr Aill rietsh moi gawlsh an shelebreet wid fwlegsh!"
"Flags. Interesting imagery you got there. I'm sure you will."
"Meh, give me a threadmill."
"Flewgsh!"
"Gawsheep!"
Blablabla, getting tired of writing all this dialogue.
New change of pace: house tiger has an accident. Buh.
"I used to be a super buff guy in the past, I still work for the police force."
"Whoo, naish."
"Haw awbawt yuow trai an shelebreet a fuwndreeshur?"
"Nice idea. I'll consider it."
Boom. Want fullfilled.
"Blablabla, lobster."
"Moi hash shum riellie ekshkweeshite tayshte. Ai luwf rawyel pienawtbuddur nana shendwheetshesh. Shoo shuwpur yummie."
"You like some food?"
"Meow."
"Awww, gewd littel keety!"
"Nah, lobster's more exquisite. Especially with some choco sauce."
"Lesh gawsheep again sheenshe yuor tew shtawborn tew rieyalaishe da trewth."
"..."
Hmmm, not the most subtle there, Kweenie. Alas.
"Heeya kittie, ryenn fewr da dawt!"
"Meow."
"Huwglesh ageen!"
Well, we have to say our goodbyes to some Sims for good again soon. Soon to be dead: Anna Menon, former boss...
... Bert Alto, random ex...
... and Gabriella Ornales, party host.
Soo, let's be a nice person and have at least one final hangout with Gabriella together.
"Heey, yew naw whet diesh pawrtee needsh? Bewshe an druwnknesh!"
"Nah, I guess I'll go and sleep soon.. Good night!"
"Hawf yew noteeshed haw all da wedder een Da Shpreengsh eesh alweys shunnie?"
"Indeed. Me'd loves storms for once."
Be grateful you didn't get lightning on your ass. Be grateful.
"Shawree, pawrteesh owvar. Gawta go hawm."
"Awww..."
And home they go...
To their nice little shack with a lovely royal bed. Good night Royaltee!
"Gewd naight!"
Soo, it's hereby official: the Uglingtons and Abominays are officially feuding! May the blood flow in rich rivers... The question though is: will both bloodlines manage to live on for future generations? As of now there's no heir for Da Preenshe, and Da Kween is too old to reproduce anymore... Will it be Jules, Hailey, or another Sim? We might figure out more next time. BYE!
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